They killed my brother,
They boasted of his murder,
They called it national justice
Killing my older brother.
Spill more blood, what're we to do?
When we pick up stones to defend ourselves
You call us terrorists, barbarians, untrue,
Don't you see - the one with the gun's you?
Get to the grit: why us do you murder?
Weren't you supposed to protect these hills?
Weren't you to protect those very you kill?
To quench your thirst, how many more will spill?
Now that I think: who's the real traitor?
Who has betrayed their motherland, this mercy?
You may have obeyed orders all right,
But you have sold out your humanity.
And what massive damage can you cause us?
We, who won't resign even on the blade,
We, who strive for the best creed,
We, who aren't even of death afraid!?
I may be killed, in His Way, oh pray!
And you might be with those mortals that rule,
But a flickering crown of your kills to display
Or grandest infinity... which is the fool's?